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I went for a walk in my front yard, having my digital camera in one hand and digital video camera in the other.There is a path of stepping-stones from the front porch to the ‘Alleged Cow Skull’-which is a whole ‘nother story for some other time.

This time I went out and noticed one in a straggling row of identical stones looked different, I couldn’t describe it, but it looked a little odd.Of course, being a nosey parker, I had to go investigate.As I got closer there seemed to be a shadow where there shouldn’t be one.By the time I was standing on the stone next to the weirdo, I was very intrigued.

As I looked at it, it started growing, yes!Growing!!Soon it was large enough for even someone as round as I am to fit into comfortably, with a ‘what the hey’ shrug I carefully lifted the stone.

It weighed far less than I expected, no more than a fibreglass auto hood, something anyone could raise easily.There was a tunnel under it, disappearing into darkness.There was a spiral staircase leading down in to the shadows.

I popped back in the house and grabbed a flashlight, water and a couple bags of snacks; adventuring is hungry and thirsty work you see.Pye and Skye were determined to go with me, despite being complete indoor cats.The closest they get to the wilds is smelling the bottoms of our shoes.

So, there we went, slowly, with lots of stops for sniffings; once the light had begun to fade away I turned on my flashlight.Then I could see the bottom of the stairway, a ring of seemingly identical doorways, carved out roughly.

I peeked in the first door, and backed away when I smelt a dreadful stench.The second door was drip-drip-dropping, and there was a forest of stalactites and stalagmites stretching past my view.

The next doorway opened into a cave, with bed-like shelves carved in the walls, curtains made of animal hides, tanned to velvet perfection.A fire burned by the far wall, which had doorways, and one of those showed an outdoor scene of surreal loveliness.

A desert scenario it most certainly wasn’t!There were dense evergreens climbing a steep hillside, high-country grasses, and as a stunning backdrop, the green expanse of an enormous glacier.I saw a movement, and two people entered the cave from a side doorway, ringed in handprints of rich red ochre.

“Ah, you are finally here!”The male formed motioned to me to come over.When I moved forward the cats stick close to my side, and their eyes checked everything out with great interest.

“I see that your familiars heard the call as well as you.This is even better than I hoped!”I knew that the man was not speaking any recognisable language, yet I clearly understood him.

“I am your very distant past, and you were called here deliberately.There is something you need to find; it somewhere between my time, and your era.I do not know what it is, I just know that you must find it.”

“Dear, can you not let the Lady sit to hear the whole tale?She will be on her feet enough in her Search.”The woman spoke, she was blessed with a beautiful alto voice, full of gentleness and humour.

“Ach!I am so sorry my dear.I was just so excited at the prospect of meeting a descendant I forgot my manners!”The man motioned to an artful pile of furs, perfect for settling in for a long chat.

“Okay, you said I need to find an unknown something, in some other time than mine or yours.Do any of us know why this is necessary?”I pushed my glasses up my nose, and patted the furs as an invitation for Pye and Skye.

After a thorough and thoughtful smelling of the furs, Skye settled in, so picturesque against the black wolf skin.Pye wasn’t quite ready to settle, so he contented himself by doing battle with the leg of a bearskin.

At that moment some other people entered the cave from outside, carrying a freshly killed something-or-other.Trotting at their heels was a very wolfish pack of dogs, all yodelling excitedly.

Pye and Skye stood together hugely a-fluff and ready to fight these… these… canines!Me, being a Universal Mom, stood in front of my cats, to defend them.

The Alpha female stepped forward, and sniffed me, and the air, and them she returned to the pack, her dugs swollen with milk.She wuffed once, and a tumbling pack of fur separated into a pile of fat puppies, headed to Mom for some dinner.

“Yes. Quite.”How in the name of all the Gods that ever were and ever will be did this… this… caveman understand modern French?!Yes he was every inch a caveman, and nothing like they show on TV or in movies.

All of them were blessedly well groomed, and not one of them had an odour.One of the women was busily rubbing what seemed to be chalk dust into a stain on a fur garment.When she finished shaking the dickens out of it, she picked up a dried teasel seedpod and began to brush the fur with it.

When all of the stain was gone, and the fur shone, she nodded her head decisively and sat that fur to one side.She picked up another and I could see her sighing from all the way over where I was sitting.

“That must be her husband’s fur!I recognise that, ‘How does he manage to do this?’ sigh.”

The woman laughed and spoke to the woman frowning down at the fur.“This is your husbands’ sleeping fur, isn’t it Daryea?”

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